Gli occhi toi m'accese el core (Francesco d'Ana)

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• (Posted 2025-05-12)  CPDL #84868:        (Diplomatic score) (Practical sore)

Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2025-05-12).   Score information: A4, 10 pages, 141 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: A double edition, A diplomatic score in mensural notation and a practical score.

General Information

Title: Gli occhi toi m'accese el core
Composer: Francesco d'Ana
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1505 in Frottole libro 2 (Petrucci, Venice), no. 13
Description: A Frottola

Original text and translations

Italian text Gli occhi toi m'accese'l core    Nel scoprir d'un dolce sguardo.    Quanto piu m'abruscio et ardo    Tanto piu crescie l'ardore    Gli occhi toi m'accese'l core    Nel scoprir d'un dolce sguardo. Celar piu non posso el foco    che nel pecto occulto iace    che me abruscia apocho apocho    senza haver hormai pace    La mia lingua sola tace    Per temar sol del tuo honore Io son visso in questo stratio    Per non farti dispiacere    Hormai si longo patio    Chio non posso piu tacere    Io son qui nel tuo potere    A morir per servitore La mia vita ho consumata    Guorno e nocte in doglia e i pianto    Per far cosa che fia grata    al tuo volto honesto e sancto    Nanti a quel piagendo io canto    Per sfogar el mio dolore Io so ben che sei acorta    De lamor chio tho portato    Come el cor tuo mai comporta    Chio sia tanto stratiato    Fui nel ciel per te creato    E ferrito el cor damore

English translation My eyes lit up my heart    In the discovering of a sweet glance"    The more I burn and burn    The more my ardour grows    My heart lit up with your eyes    In the discovery of a sweet look I can no longer hold that intense fire,    That lies the hidden in sin.    Which burns me little by little.    I have no longer any peace.    My tongue alone stays silent,    In fear only for your honour. I have lived in this state,    In order not to displease thee.    I have long been patient.    Now I can no longer stay silent.    I am in thy power.    I would die your servant I have spent my life,    Day and night in grief and weeping.    To do what would bring grace,    To thy honourable and holy face.    In midst of my weeping I sing,    To vent my grief. I know well that thou art sorrowful,    Of grief I have brought you.    As your heart ever did,    Who is so much burdened.    I was made in heaven for you,    but I wounded your loving heart.